Date: Sat, 11 Aug 2007 20:19:52 +0000 (GMT)
From: Ted Gay
Subject: The Lad On The Fruit and Veg Stall
Oh my God, when it's Summer, like now, every time I see him working
shirtless on the stall I want to go up to him and lick him all over.
Especially in and around his gorgeous belly-button.
Tall, lean and suntanned, in his late teens or very early twenties, I bet
his bod tastes delicious! He must get hot and sweaty working on the stall
in that hot weather, and I only live a couple of blocks away. He could
pop round for a break and I'd give him a nice cooling tongue bath all
over.
Just imagine him coming up every Saturday lunchtime (the stall's only
there Saturdays). He's straight, so of course I have to pay him 20 quid,
but he's glad of the extra cash. He flops down exhausted on my sofa, I
give him a nice cold beer and start licking him all over. He smells and
tastes delicious, and I love the clinging tanging sensation on my tongue
as I lick all over his chest, up and down his arms, his neck, under his
sweaty armpits, then down to his gorgeous belly-button, which I lick out.
By this time I'm crazed with lust for him, and joy of joy for an extra 50
pounds, he unzips his flies and takes out his long, uncircumcised cock
drooling with precum. I lap it up eagerly, and like his bod, it tastes
absolutely delicious. He starts to get really hard in my mouth, then he
pushes my head right down on to his cock and it nearly chokes me as all 9
inches go down my throat.
'Oh, I'm cummin', I'm cummin'' he yells. 'Suck it harder, bitch! Take my
hot load! Here it cums now. Swallow my thick spunk!'
His throbbing cock spurts jet after thick jet of hot, sweet semen in my
mouth. It tastes so sweet and delicious I almost faint. I swallow it
eagerly, mouthful after mouthful.
Then he just sort of collapses in the sofa and rests for 5 minutes.
Suddenly he gets up and asks to use my toilet. Thinking quickly, I hand
him the empty beer glass.
'Fill this up for me please,' I say.
He looks at me with disgust. 'Is there nothing you filthy queers won't
do?' he says. 'You want to drink my piss now? Well it'll cost you an
extra 30 pounds.'
'Yes, OK', I say, desperate to taste his recyled beer. Just look where
it's been!
He picks up his empty beer glass and mine, then disappears into the
toilet, and when he comes out I give him his money. As he leaves he says:
'See you next week then. Enjoy your drink, you filthy cunt. Drink it
while it's hot. I hadn't pissed since last night so it's going to be very
strong. A really full flavor. Oh, and I had a lot in my bladder, so
there's two glasses of my steaming hot piss for you to drink. No extra
charge!'
He turned to leave, then suddenly thought of something: 'Do you like nice
soft peaches? We've got some really big ones on the stall. In my
afternoon break I take one into the toilet over in the pub, cut it open
and take out the stone, then I put it over my cock and jerk off with it.
Feels just like my girl's pussy. I usually throw the peach down the loo
afterwards, but if you come up to the back of the stall at 3.15 pm sharp
I'll sell it to you for £10. Is it a deal?'
'You bet!' I said. 'I'll be there. Thanks, you're so kind to me.'
He laughed as he left. I rushed straight in the toilet and eagerly picked
up the two full glasses of hot, steaming urine. I sat on the seat and
sniffed them. Delicious! Then I slowly sipped and drank the whole two
pints. It was very, very strong, and I just thought of how gorgeous he
looked on the stall that morning, and how all this delicious liquid had
been saved up in his body just for me to drink.
I was in Heaven as I drank and drank, washing down the last of his spunk.
As I drained the second pints of his piss, I shot my load all over the
toilet wall.
It hadcost me 100 quid, but it was well worth it.
Two hours later I was back at the stall, and sure enough he came across
the road from the pub. When nobody was looking he carefully handed me
the peach in exchange for a tenner. It felt so depraved, buying a
spunk-filled peach from a market stall in broad daylight from a handsome
young man who'd just filled it for me. The old ladies and middle-aged
housewives buying their fruit and veg didn't suspect what he'd just sold
me.
'Hold it upright,' he said, 'Or the filling will leak out.' He winked at
me as he turned to lift up a crate of bananas.
I rushed back home, carefully carrying the peach, and then examined it.
It was clear where his big cock had been, and the hole was filled with
his thick spunk. Of course I ate the sperm-filled peach straight away,
and jerked myself off again thinking of him. It was the most delicious
peaches and cream I'd ever tasted!
I can't wait for him to come round again next Saturday.
(Please email me if you want more of this story. Also suggestions as to
what he does in following weeks, or what he sells me. Use your
imagination and I'll weave it into a hot story.)